Chapter 262:

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She, by comparison, looked like a temptress – naked, inviting and completely at his mercy.

He began to unbutton his shirt, deliberately slow, his smoldering gaze never leaving hers.

Flustered, Carrie grabbed a soft toy from the bed, clutching it to her chest in a vain attempt to shield herself.

He lifted her legs with both hands, his touch firm yet reverent.

With one hand, he removed the last barrier < between them, letting the delicate fabric fall aside. He paused, his eyes sweeping over her with an intensity that made her cheeks flush.

She squirmed under his gaze, the vulnerable position making her feel exposed.

Embarrassed, she reached for the toy again, using it as a shield.

But when she looked at him from behind the plush barrier, she saw a small, knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Her embarrassment turned to indignation.

She dropped the toy and glared at him.

To Kristopher, however, her defiance only made her more irresistible.

He leaned down, his breath warm against her ear, and whispered, "Call my name.

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Carrie hesitated, her pride battling with the growing warmth spreading through her.

Her body betrayed her, her pulse quickening as his lips brushed her neck.

She swallowed hard, her voice barely audible. "Kristopher…

A spark flickered in his eyes and in one smooth motion he lifted her hips and entered her, his movements slow and deliberate.

Her body tensed at first, shy and uncertain, but the hesitation quickly melted away as he moved with precision and relentless energy.

She felt every movement clearly, no longer numbed by outside influences.

Each sensation built on the last, overwhelming her as she surrendered completely.

Her voice grew hoarse, soft gasps giving way to unrestrained cries as he pushed her further and further, leaving no room for thought – only feeling.

He seemed tireless, relentless, drawing her into wave after wave of sensation.

When it was over, she lay back against the pillow, her body shaking with exhaustion.

She barely noticed Kristopher pulling the sheets around her.

Her heavy eyelids fluttered shut and she slipped into a deep sleep, her dreams vivid and intoxicating, filled with fleeting moments of passion that made her heart race.

Hours later, still in the haze of sleep, Carrie felt a warm touch trace the curve of her hip.

The sensation was faint, almost ghostly, and she whimpered softly, thinking it was a dream.

But when his fingers slid between her legs, the touch was too real to ignore.

Her eyes flew open and she gasped as she met Kristopher's dark, smoldering gaze.

Sunlight streamed through the window, bathing the room in a golden glow.

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